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Ephonine smiles inwardly to herself. Assured now that the woman, albeit still somewhat disgruntled, would not be too alarmed at her vocalisation, she was now willing to offer an answer. "You are in a forest known as the Deep Woods, though I'm afraid I can not offer you a name more identifying than that," she explains, knowing that this would probably not bring any comfort to the poor soul. "You suffered quite a fall. Are you in need of assistance?"

Curiosity sparked by the woman's strange response, the white cat glances up to the sky to see the storm clouds appearing overhead. Rain, Ephonine must physically restrain herself from twitching at the thought. She does loathe being wet. "Indeed," she replies promptly. "If you would follow me." Rising up to all fours, the feline pads towards a particularly large tree. From her small, furry mouth comes a quick, chittering noise. A second later, a reply comes from up within the tree and a lovely groomed lemur hops down from it's branches. Wondrously, the small mount even has a petite saddle for riding clasped upon its back. Gracefully the white cat mounts the nimble beast, her gaze now returning to the stranger as she takes up the reigns in her paws. "This way," she informs you. The lemur chitters again and leaps into the brush.

Making sure to remain in sight of their new, significantly taller friend, the agile primate leads the way quickly through the trees, the light becoming sparser as the dense forest closes in around them. The brush becomes so thick, it is impossible to see passed or through it. Unhindered, the feline and her steed disappear through a random fissure in the shrubbery. Following them, the stranger finds herself in what appears to be a tunnel smoothly cut through the thicket, such a path as an animal would make to their den. In time the hollow opens to reveal a grand clearing. Shaded emerald grass undulates softly as it is caressed by the cool evening breeze, framed by the tall protective timbers surrounding the courtyard. At this point, the white cat glances back to assure herself that they haven't lost the newcomer along the way. Noting that you are still close behind them, she guides the little lemur towards a magnificent, archaic mansion residing at the end of the grassy stretch.

Coming closer to the beckoning shelter, the small meadow leads into a lavish garden. The feline advances through paths carved of weathered stone, flanked by wild flowers and overgrown roses, decorated by the occasional pillar garnished with climbing ivy and thick moss. The breach in the forest canopy extends over the entirety of the courtyard, exposing the threatening storm clouds brewing overhead. Torches lit along the garden path act as your primary illumination now, casting a warm and welcoming glow upon alabaster steps. At the top, great double doors mark the main entry way into the chateau. A distance from the main building you see fine stables and an enclosed pavilion, also ornamented with wild growth.

Arriving at the large doors, the white cat now dismounts from her small companion. She pauses beneath the protective shelter of grand entryway, waiting for the woman to join her.

Tinkerbell fluttered about, her glittering wings giving a final flap of exhaustion before she fell upon the leaf of a tigerlily. She had gone on much longer than the usual this time. It had been hours since she had began her escape from the initial sight of her madness. Pushing the mental image out of her mind, all she felt now was fatigue. Falling back the leaf gave a slight bounce from the sudden weight pressure, and she found the movement to be relaxing. It was as if she was a newborn baby, being rocked to sleep by mother nature. Listening to the calming sounds of the forest, the usual sounds were disrupted by footsteps and voices in the distance. Far from her home boundaries Tinkerbell did not know what to expect from the nearing strangers. Sitting up the only emotion she could feel now was curiosity. Curious of who dwelled in this neighboring forest to her, and whether or not they should be considered friend or foe. By the sound of the voices and footsteps it was safe to assume the creatures were larger than her, not that such a thing was unusual. Most often larger beings never took notice of her, for she was hard to spy when the the sun was shining and you weren't being observant. Thus so Tinkerbell took no effort in an attempt to hide. Simply sitting on a leaf near the forest floor was safe enough for her.

The white cat chitters something to the lemur and the little beast gives a shrill reply before bounding away towards the stable area. As the feline moves towards the door, it opens on it's own to allow the two of you entrance. She waits for the struggling green stranger to join her, then begins to tread by her side down the the long, torch lit hallway, her pawfalls landing without a sound on the plush persian rug that stretches the entire length of the walkway. "You must be in considerable discomfort," she mentions with some concern. "My servants and healers would be happy to help with dressing your wounds."

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